"Wa'alaikumussalam. Yes, ma'am. It will depart soon. I will keep you informed later. Pray for everything to go smoothly, ma'am, but I'm sorry. I can't take Inez home, because I promised not to go home again, I'll deliver to the next only ma'am." A mother who carries agitation of heart, when she finds that her beloved daughter has not been present since yesterday, moreover her father will definitely question her whereabouts, even though she knows where I am, it is impossible for her to tell my father what it is.
"I'm sorry, Arman, the best will definitely come for you, Son ... Arman is a good and responsible man. Mom will tell Dad that Inez is staying at Liza's house, then. Tomorrow please tell mom, son. Thank you again," concluded the mother end the long distance conversation.
I don't want to make you worried but because of the circumstances that I have no other choice, Mother, what chapter should I go through after this? I am filled with anxiety that is getting more and more terrifying.
My mother was so worried that it was Arman who was contacted, not me, even though I was her son. It's true that Arman's job is hard to take care of me because this morning he didn't want to do it with me.
I slowly got up from my seat, after tidying up, I also rushed to the living room to tidy up my things.
"Sis Inez, our prayers are always with you and Brother Arman, we always love Sis Inez," said Icha and Echa at the same time, these cute yet cute twins are a great encouragement for me at this time. I nodded slowly then I hugged them both with the remaining warmth I had.
"Inez, Mom brought something, but is it just a little? Please accept it, Nez? Give my greetings to your mother, okay. Anytime Inez plays here, this house is always open for you, daughter," said Arman's mother to my mother, the prospective mother-in law who was blocked.
I nodded slowly as I gave him my tightest hug. We hugged as if we would never see each other again, so today could be the last time I see my mother because I can no longer come here after today.
Ah ... Again, these tears spilled out inevitably.
"Mother, Arman and Inez say goodbye, okay? Arman will go straight to work tomorrow ma'am. Next month, God willing. Arman will come home again." While holding his mother and both of them wept together, it's true what people say. A man who loves his mother, will surely love and respect his lover too, like Arman who always tries to maintain my dignity.
Echa Icha take good care of Mom, okay?" Arman's statement was followed by a kiss on the hand and kiss on the right and left cheeks of his two younger siblings and his mother.
Step by step, it feels like to accommodate this heavy burden, it is inevitable, but it must be carried out according to the flow, because it must have been his determination to send me home and ensure my safety until I reach my hometown.
An old- taxi that goes around the city of Jogja every day stops the roar of its car engine when it sees Arman's waving, a sign that he is the customer, this eye doesn't blink at all looking at the movements and behavior of the man beside me, I don't want to lose my gaze on him while there is still a chance losing him, I wouldn't want to imagine even if that would happen anyway.
"Come on, come in Nez, our departure schedule must not be late, because the bus will leave this morning," Arman's invitation interrupted my thoughts, he grabbed this tiny hand to quickly board a taxi.
Seen from a distance the waving of the hands of three of Arman's beloved is also my beloved, how not? Five years they also became a part of my life. This waving is really the last time of them for me? For myself who will soon be set up with another man I do not know.
Can I find a story as warm as this again here? Whether it's possible or not, I can only debate in my heart, because the power and effort are no longer the master of Arman to maintain the knitting of our love, along the way my tears accompanied, only Arman showed his stubbornness.
"Inez, believe me the biggest struggle for you right now is my struggle in prayer, rest assured we can all go through together," said the words he presented to my day as ammunition that strengthens my veins to continue to flow the spirit of life. Thank you, Arman, your maturity is a lot for me.
Chasing buses to their respective destinations is a common sight in the departure terminal. Many people came and went, offering and asking where we were going to be delivered to the bus to our destination.
"No, sir, thank you. We have ordered tickets and have contacted the bus," said Arman while still holding me, who was carrying a bag, while Arman was carrying a backpack and a tote bag.
The two of us got on the bus that we had been looking for, finally we found it. Walking along the passengers who turned out to be crowded, is there a seat for the two of us to line up, if it's full like this, maybe there are only separate empty seats, no! I want to sit with Arman, it's a long journey.
"Nez, here Nez, sit there," Arman asked me to sit right in beside the bus window, then he was followed by himself who sat next to me.
He still lifts and puts our things into the upper trunk that has been provided above our seats, for a second I don't miss my gaze on him for his movements. What is the power of this responsible man not for me. This good man will separate from me, after he finished he rushed to sit beside me.
Soon, the roar of the engine sounded a sign that the inter-provincial bus would soon depart.
Mr. Kenel also gave a sign that the passengers were full. Arman didn't look or glance at me at all. Even though I repeatedly stole glances at him, the cold air conditioner that was installed really made my skin crawl and immediately I put on my jacket.
"Arman, if I had to marry someone else, what would you do?" I asked breaking the silence between us.
"If it has become your destiny, with a heavy heart I have to accept Nez, what can I do? How can I fight fate or do something forbidden?" he explained, yes Arman is a man who is quite diligent in worshiping and trying to carry out according to religion, even though he can't be perfect.
"Are you going to keep working there or are you going to find another job so you don't meet me?" I continued, taking his hand.
"I will still work there, in fact I don't want to be far from you, even though it will be hindered by boundaries I will still want to be close and see you always. How are you smiling and how are you with him? I will always monitor you Nez, I can't be far from you," Arman added in response to my question.